~Willow~
He had bruises on his face again. These were fresh bruises. It meant that he'd only just gotten them.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" I demand from him. "Was kissing me so bad that you must hurt yourself to forget about it?"
His jaw clenches, and the muscles in his arms pulse almost angrily, "why are you still awake?"
He ignored my question about kissing me. I couldn't believe this. Dante must truly hate being married to me.
It all made sense now. Those fights were helping him stay married to me. It was the only thing that kept him sane.
He looks over his shoulder when I don't respond to his question.
I don't say anything as I walk out of the room. He doesn't follow me either, not that I was expecting him to.
I walk toward the medicine cabinet. Autumn told me about
